When Papa dropped dead in the middle of dinner one night last year, my siblings and I just assumed Mama wouldn’t be long after. We even had a meeting to decide which of us would house her. Much to our surprise, she is more vibrant than we ever remember. Between shopping, knitting club, cooking class...she doesn’t return half of our calls. I didn’t tell the others, but I’m certain she even went on a few romantic dates. Now the only thing we discuss is what she could have possibly put in the roast that dreadful night last year.